First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose. When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one. The illest one... I'm almost doper than anyone. Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy. Steppin' up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly.
Who's this? Dont recognize it.
And btw, have you heard this guy? Pretty ill:
They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana
Watallah through your monitor.
My uzi still weighs a ton check the barometer
I'm hotter than the mutha****in sun check the thermometer.
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man.
My momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand.
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans.
That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man.
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan.
Out in London, smoking, vibin while I ride the tram.
Givin’ out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs,
And, by the time they get they seats hot,
And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops,
I’m chillin out at Tweetstock,
Building by the millions,
My light is brilliant.